Sandra's consciousness was growing increasingly blurry, it felt as though there was a fire burning within her.
With her enchanting eyes half-opened, she looked towards the oncoming figure.
He was donned in a black suit, possessing a handsome face.
Sandra's gaze fell on those brows and eyes that bore a hint of familiarity – she subconsciously thought it was Sinclair, and a glint appeared in her eyes.
"Sobs... Sinclair, save me!" "Who the hell are you, kid?"
A bald man scowled fiercely as he advanced, scrutinizing the young man before him.
"I suggest you mind your own business."
"Well, this 'none of my business' is the business I'm meddling in today," Tyler waved his hand, and his few men immediately stepped forward to grab the bald man.
The rest of the people also immediately let go of Sandra and charged over.
As both sides came to blows, Tyler walked to Sandra, his eyes fixed on her, filled with probing curiosity.
"Are you okay?" "Sinclair, I feel so terrible..."
